Dating My Wardrobe: Negotiating Space at Naumkeag

As I embark on a sartorial romance, dating my vintage wardrobe, I realize that the clothes on my back are the only real constant in my life. Every seven years, my very own body freakishly exists as a collection of completely new regenerated cells, and I certainly have changed my mind over the steady march… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Negotiating Space at Naumkeag